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228 pages, Paperback
First published May 4, 2010






I figure, what’s the fucking point in dying and leaving you money when you probably won’t need it? Might as well give it to you now when you need the help. Plus, I plan on blowing most of it on stupid shit when I get senile.
“Snausages? I’ve been eating dog treats? Why the fuck would you put them on the counter where the rest of the food is? Fuck it, they’re delicious. I will not be shamed by this.”
“I don't need more friends. You got friends and all they do is ask you to help them move. Fuck that. I'm old. I'm through moving this shit.”
“Don't touch that knife. You never need to be holding a knife... I don't give a shit, learn how to butter stuff with a spoon”
“Give your mother the front seat…. I don’t give a shit if she said you could have it, that’s what she’s supposed to do, and you’re supposed to say, ‘No, I insist.’ You think I’m gonna drive around with my wife in the backseat and a nine-year-old in the front? You’re a crazy son of a bitch.”
"On Yard Work:
What are you doing with that rake?... No, that is not raking.... What? Different styles of raking? No there is one style, and then there is bullshit. Guess which one you're doing.”
“On Asking to Have the Candy Passed to Me During Schindler’s List:
What do you want—the candy? They’re throwing people in the fucking gas chamber, and you want a Skittles?”
“On Sharing:
I’m sorry, but if your brother doesn’t want you to play with his shit, then you can’t play with it. It’s his shit. If he wants to be an asshole and not share, then that’s his right. You always have the right to be an asshole—you just shouldn’t use that right very often.”


On Deciding to Use His Senior Discount for the First Time
“Fuck it, I’m old. Gimme free stuff.”
On Shopping for Presents for His Birthday
“If it’s not bourbon or sweatpants, it’s going in the garbage … No, don’t get creative. Now is not a creative time. Now is a bourbon and sweatpants time.”
On Understanding One’s Place in the Food Chain
“Your mother made a batch of meatballs last night. Some are for you, some are for me, but more are for me. Remember that. More. Me.”
On Telemarketer Phone Calls
“Hello? … Fuck you.”
“Don’t get me wrong, you’ve got a big fucking mouth, and you ain’t the prettiest to look at, but I love you, and I want people to know that when it comes down to it, I would do things for my family that I wouldn’t do for nobody else.”